such great [brooklyn] heights

It's official! I'm leaving Cobble Hill and moving a few blocks away to Brooklyn Heights in either mid- or late-June. So long, Tiny Wee Studio. Hello... um, Slightly Larger but by No Means Big-Ass Studio.

Uh yeah, I think I need to work on a better name for it. All in due time. Thanks for the well wishes!

i four years old

Rejoice, bitches! Today Ham & Cheese on Wry turns a whopping four years old. God, it seems longer than that, huh? Maybe it's because age three was a rough year for my blog -- I barely updated it and when I did, there wasn't much to say. Here's hoping year four will remedy that.

For those of you in the mood for some nostalgia, here's the link to my first-ever post.

P.S. The title of this post is not an error. It randomly popped into my head, as stray bits of pop culture and quotes often do. I think this was from Bill Cosby routine? I'll have to consult the Google. Ask me what I ate for breakfast yesterday and I'm stumped. Ask me about a minute detail from a John Hughes movie and my memory is shockingly accurate and thorough. It's a gift, really.

UPDATE: God, I love the YouTube. Even though I fudged it slightly, the "I'm four years old" line is, in fact, from Bill Cosby's "Jeffrey" routine:

Some of the details are fuzzy but I'm still a freak about remembering this sort of shit, no?

if that's movin' up...

Sorry for the absence, guys! My life sort of exploded in the past month. A lot of stuff to deal with, including but not limited to, a bad-ass cold, a big-ass dental bill and the upcoming termination of my lease. My rent was hiked so after six long years and several battles with m-i-c-e, I'll be leaving The Tiny Wee Studio.

The m-i-c-e did not win the war, I assure you. My greedy landlord did. I refuse to pay his new asking price so I'm packing up my shit and leaving on or before June 30. I have my eye on a place nearby so, if all goes well, I'll be moving about two blocks away into a bigger, better place... sans Mickey. It's not 100% yet so please keep your fingers crossed.

It wasn't a change I was expecting. In fact, in one of my somewhat recent posts, I mentioned the rehab my apartment had recently undergone. I had planned to stay in my apartment for another year so that I could save my money and be all practical and crap. But since when do things go the way I plan them? NEVAH!

However, instead of feeling all pissy and put-upon, I'm embracing the change and getting myself excited about the blank canvas that will be my new apartment. Wish me luck!